[center][url=https://64.media.tumblr.com/3bbd2346ca6cbd8148edacf692c878dd/26e3b33e9ca92d41-6e/s2048x3072/9d6d49b04f02444bc2f010d2a740500cc40e7032.jpg]Faceclaim[/url] [b][color=00aeef]Name:[/color][/b] Hannah 'Bel' Deccol [b][color=00aeef]Species:[/color][/b] Human [b][color=00aeef]Sex:[/color][/b] Female [b][color=00aeef]Profession:[/color][/b] Smuggler[/center] [b][color=fff200]Reason for being present in the Bitter End:[/color][/b] Word 'round the galaxy is that a fellow named Callidus has a hefty bounty on his head. She's not after him, though, Bounty Hunters are sure to come by the dozen. It's the artifact he's carrying that's got her interest. And you bet your plumpy behind that Bel's gonna take that job with a self-assured smirk firmly planted on her face. [b][color=fff200]Physical Description:[/color][/b] Tall, built like an Ox, Bel gets her nickname for the friendly smile no one's ever managed to wipe off her face. Even on your knees, staring down the barrel of her blaster, that dimpled grin is the last thing you'll see. [b][color=fff200]Personality Description:[/color][/b] Known to be the friendliest merc in the galaxy, Bel is also aloof at times. You could say she's amassed a reputation for being a clutz and unknowingly finding herself at the wrong place at the wrong time. All the time. But, Bel's tactical know-how and expertise are what has kept her alive all these years. She trusts no one but her sister and hates having to rely on others to get the job done. Her word is gold and she'll never break a promise. If she tells you she's going to get you those hundred imperial riffles, you'll get your one hundred imperial riffles. It doesn't matter that she might have to fly and land her rundown ship in an asteroid field, or blast her way through mercs and bounty hunters—she'll get the job good and done, that you can be sure of. She doesn't appreciate dishonesty, and if she was a fool to believe such lies then she'll be the first to congratulate whoever for playing her so well. While pointing the barrel of her gun at their forehead, of course. Maybe she'd throw a wink in there too. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/5b/c6/885bc6e09c96c4db0c49076fddff0669.jpg]Clothes[/url] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/28/d1/bc/28d1bc6584fb6016e7595a8c10af6994.jpg]Blaster[/url] [b][color=fff200]Character bio:[/color][/b] Creds don't choose sides, and neither does Bel. The more strict the Galactic Empire gets, the better. If someone's willing to pay a small fortune for something as trivial as spices, Bel will happily oblige and deliver it straight to your door if you ask nicely. Bel was adopted by a household compromised of a gentle mother and one rowdy older sister, Samantha. Bel became a smuggler, while her sister joined the Imperial Military. An unlikely duo to be sure, but family comes first, and together they've managed to become the most reputable military-grade weapon and armaments smugglers on their side of the galaxy. Who ever said blood was thicker than water? Well, they were wrong. [b][color=fff200]Short IC scene:[/color] [/b] Bel's found herself in restraints, arms tied in front of her, blaster taken by the imperial soldier currently leading her through the vast hangar bustling with activity. group of troopers march to her left and enter a large ship. A ship she knows damn well is holding enough goodies to get her the best luxury pad on Coruscant. She scoffs. Plans change. "The restraints are a little tight, [i]Captain[/i]." Bel complains as the barrel of a rifle is pushed into her back to edge her along. "Would you rather make the trip in a carbonite coffin?" The soldier replies drily. "I'm telling mom," is followed by a heavy boot hitting her shin. "Ow." Bel's sister is a bit of a method actor when it comes to role-playing in such situations. "Prisoner?" Samantha's superior questions as they both come to a stop in front of him. He doesn't look up at either of them, preoccupied with something on the datapad he's scrolling through. "Commander," Sam's using her formal voice, Bel notices. "I Found this low life smuggler in the hangar." Bel scoffs again, rolling her eyes. [i]Yeah, real great method acting. You ass. [/i] "Bring her to the holding cell. We'll send someone to interrogate her." "Right away, sir." They both sigh in relief as they walk past him and exit the hangar. "That was too close." "You didn't have to put 'em on so tight you know," Bel grumbles, rubbings the wrists now free of the restraints. Sam shrugs, nonchalant. "It adds to the realism." Bel's blue eyes narrow when they catch the subtle quirk of her sister's lips. "Sure."